At parties, I tell people that I'm a hair stylist, which is true. Sometimes I'll let on that I also make lattes, which is also true. If it seems like they're ready for a truth avalanche, I'll mention that I'm a partner in a cafe, but I always feel weird about it.
Sometimes the life you end up with its not the life you think.
Early last spring, my friends told me to call my car insurance company and negotiate a discount when my rates shot up by 85 percent. I thought about calling some customer service department and asking for that, or worse: shopping around, getting multiple quotes, really optimizing my deal. Instead, I sold my car.